I got up at midnight one night not long past...
I saw a small piece of yarn..
on the floor..
by the stand.

I bent to retrieve it,
but it moved from my hand!

And there...
a silky gray mouse stood--
silent--stock-still.
He seemed quite put-out...
that I'd grabbed his tail.
He gazed at me quietly--- in the cool, midnight chill.

We looked at each other...
for what seemed quite some time,
he observed me so closely...
with his sizable eyes.

And in turn I watched him...
that wee, funny mouse...
with his quivering nose,
and his cute, little mouth.

I have to admit...
this was not our first meeting...
I find him so interesting...
but our visits are fleeting.

We communicate well,
though he can't actually speak.
We have our own system...
no need for an exegete.

I love how he holds his food up to eat...
he's a comical fellow...
he's amusing too...
though absconding with my Cheerios...
is not quite so sweet.

So I get him his own...
so it won't cause a stickle.

He leaves lots of jimmies...
on the floor of the cupboard...
but don't top your ice cream...
'cause they're actually turds.